Testo Amelia ('LXXXXVII-'XXXVII)

This aviatrix's salvation was in the cards.
She in her Lockheed and the world's in their bars.
So you can fuck your Lady Luck.
Mask her mouth and glue her gleamers shut. The missing mission is underway.
Let's get her lost and cave in her escape.
We don't like the way you fly.
Return to the champagne and bring that smile.